Tag: hope
member name: Christopher Cole
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September 21, 2007 04:25 PM EDT --
I gazed into her soft green eyes and cried
Such beauty I never knew within could reside
The sweetest fragrance my heart did receive
Throughout my soul her essence did breathe
The warmest emotion my . . .
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September 21, 2007 08:23 PM EDT --
A spider that lives in my head
Weaves a web of pain and dread
Along my spine he does skip
Of my fluid he does sip
To my brain his mandiple grips
In my mind his venom drips
Between synapses he does . . .
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February 18, 2008 12:33 PM EST --
The mid-winter wind blew icy cold against the window pane.
As I splashed water upon my face
to begin my morning ritual - there she was on my bathroom mirror,
scampering across its edge . . .
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April 21, 2008 06:58 AM EDT --
Our Love ...
Our Love is a red red rose
A hope held tight within it's folds
A winding river throughout our souls
A tide pounding upon the shore
An anchor on the . . .
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May 14, 2008 10:30 AM EDT --
Goodbye Cruel World!
"Goodbye cruel world" - That was the caption on the framed cartoon I viewed in the bathroom of one of the apartments in our farmhouse, some fifty years ago. . . .
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February 07, 2008 08:57 AM EST --
I gazed into her soft brown eyes and cried
Such beauty I never knew within could reside
The sweetest fragrance my heart did receive
Throughout my soul her essence did breathe
The warmest . . .
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June 01, 2008 06:29 PM EDT --
I caught your reflection again last night.
Perhaps you have always been there
Buried deep in my thoughts,
Hidden and tucked away
In a room I seldom visit.
Though I often . . .
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June 05, 2008 04:38 PM EDT --
I grew up in East Irvington New York. I was the oldest of eight children and my family was poor. My father was in and out of work and had a mean disposition. He often exploded and beat mom, the . . .
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July 14, 2008 11:03 AM EDT --
Its been fifty years (Oct 5,1957) since Russia launched the satellite and began the arms race. Do you remember?
The End of Innocense
Sputnik Sputnik twirl the Hoola Hoop
1957 and . . .
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August 11, 2008 05:04 AM EDT --
I came to Woodstock to Die in 1969 - an angel saved my life....
I knew it would happen. It's 3:am in the morning and I can't sleep. I'm thinking about the trip I made back to Bethel NY . . .
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November 03, 2008 09:58 AM EST --
I wrote this response to an article written on an association against helping the autistic:
Listen brother, I had autism as a kid. I still suffer the aftermath with rare and isolated bouts of . . .
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November 05, 2008 06:36 AM EST --
The American Dream has been reborn today! A dynamic individual with charisma, integrity, and virtue has arisen to inspire the American people to a new level of hope.
The very personification . . .
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October 07, 2007 08:18 AM EDT --
Forty years have I stumbled forward in vain,
Weighed down by indifference and mediocrity.
Adrift in the glare of self pity and inactivity.
A mechanical being devoid of sympathy.
Squinting in the bright . . .
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June 03, 2008 07:32 AM EDT --
I spent my entire life trying to figure that one out. I once attempted a poem to investigate this gnawing urge to comprehend human existence.
HUMAN CONDITION
Salubrious slime thinly . . .
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June 08, 2008 06:39 PM EDT --
I had a rough start in the beginning. I did not begin to read until much later than most (fifth grade). I sat squarely somewhere upon the autistic spectrum. I was intimidated and overwhelmed by . . .
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September 15, 2007 10:27 PM EDT --
My first Patriot Guard Mission a year ago March :
Working at a retail Auto operation I don’t get much time off these days, so when my buddy suggested that we take that Friday and travel to Westminster . . .
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October 28, 2007 04:49 PM EDT --
I have gained many friends since I first posted this poem:
Gnosis:
I once thought I could go it alone,
Embrace the things of this world, find my way home.
Exhausted . . .
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January 08, 2008 09:14 AM EST --
I write for the Woodstock Preservation site during the year. I received this gift in the form of an email at the beginning of the New Year from the director, Joanne. Her words were so inpsiring . . .
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July 22, 2008 09:54 PM EDT --
I was ten years old, the eldest of eight children. I grew up poor in the richest county in America in the fifties.(Westchester, NY). My early childhood was filled with the pain of psychological and physical . . .
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October 09, 2008 11:26 AM EDT --
I took my eight year old grandson to Mc Donalds this morning. He insisted on a Big Breakfast, which was OK with me as I watched in amusement his earnest attempt to fit all that food into his small body. . . .
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